Steven Bartlettes' Bully Pole Pit
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Your the voyageur of my heart,
my love for you has no ark to carry it in,
my response is of aw an tolerance,
you can do any thing an be forgiven,
there no limit to the love for you in my heart,
giving is the panicle of the loving you with my whole heart,
forever and always my heart is yours to destroy if you must,
my lust for you is blind & hardened to a tolerance of Steel,
when the Sun dies my love for you will remain
still to the end of the Cosmos Timeless ending
Our Reverence for the the Love of other, even thoughts of us who don’t think the same as we do, or practice the same as we do. Loving all for loves sake is the power over our own misgivings and misted hopes, mistrusting. Forgiveness is it own reword finding our hearts desires found, loving all is the only Covenant that guides me.
Praise the Lord.
I love you All.
Hesitation for my insistence to be something I’m not, too fulfill my intentions in is truth, but is in a good lite, but my actions are not, It would seam to me there are no half steps here. Pondering my ability too change is the paradox and as for the hate that lies within, and the portion’s in my heart fulfilling my lust to hate in the corruption of my soul. I’m ashamed of this I know if my love for all is the redemption of soul how can one forgive all the transgressions, but I must and will
I forgive all of you every one! I Love you, I’ll kill you, But I’ll love you forever
Stressing to implement a criteria having none
Losing a paragon searching for it not knowing
Hyper fortitude anger hared not knowing of its valued
Where am I
How are you
Do I need help now
Inspirations too have a thing that is Antiquated and that has no practical usefulness any more if found. Have something that is a mystery in is self and have something that opens a locked doors. Mysterious, what is in there, what could it be. Dark thought looming of its mystery treasure or danger, what could it be, only the Skeleton will tell me. Hair standing in anticipation of Pandora or treasure what could it be. Anticipation turning the key to see if it’s the one, as the tumblers sound as each fall in to place the lock pops open. The light from the room fill the empty spaces reveling things with in the eye sees only the thing that are familiar, invisibility is of being, if you think it can’t be your blind to it, invisibility is an elution of the minds eye. The box is empty or is it? or just anther Skeleton key with box opened?